Deja Vu
This is a journal entry I wrote almost 2 years ago to the day. Kind of funny, but not, that I'm in the same spot I was then as I am today.
SWF seeking..
A new favorite hooded sweatshirt.
My softball one from '01 is still doing great. However, I need a considerable alternative for when he's in the wash laundry hamper. Absolutely must have hood AND front pouch pocket. Broken in, but still fuzzy on the inside. Must be size L, possible arrangements for XL. Looking for Jerzees brand, substitutions may be considered.
Preference goes to ones grey in color.
Anyone willing to donate theirs/finds a good match for me. I would be forever owe you.
I should steal yours. The one that says WACH because I like it. You said I don't have any of your clothes because I don't spend enough time in your bedroom.
Note to self: spend 3 minutes approx in bedroom, otherwise enough to come across great sweatshirt.
PS. A male of my type would also be a good find. But sweatshirts first. Or...guy in a sweatshirt?... hm.
Today it goes something like this...
SWF seeking...
Someone go with to the cider mill, to dinner, to a haunted house/hayride/maze. Someone to tell me how their day was, and be truly interested in mine. Someone to breath in the crisp fresh fall air. A costume party goer. A movie watcher, ball player, party hopper. A person to make me forget that I wish I was back in East Lansing, that I wasn't an adult with a real life job despite the fact I love what I do. Anyone to put the spring back in my step as the winter depression is upon all of us.
Ed. note: Applicant is not required to be single, or a male. However, both would be extra bonus.
I should have all this. I did have this, for a long time. But I can't find the strength within myself to patch what's been broken. I didn't break it, but it's me with the grudge. Miss-communication, misunderstanding, mistake?-- Maybe. For the first time in a long time, I'm weak enough to let things go to shit. I can't bring myself to dial 13# and send it on my phone-- that one speed dial number that was always coming up/being dialed since we were young, and more so when we got old. It's been four months, but I can't seem to get strong enough to do this. I dreamt I did it last night--Confronted you, told you why I was so sour last time we saw each other, and why I knew you wouldn't talk to me for at least 3 of those months. Maybe that's the first step to being strong enough to hit 13# and send it. Maybe by putting this here you'll see it and know it's you-- I think you'll know (If you still read this site). And see that I do want to talk this out, but only if you're willing to listen. I won't say I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I am sorry for letting this keep us apart. Maybe you're sorry too. I guess I'll know when I finally am able to press send after punching in your number.
Don't give up on me. I'm still here & I do miss us...
*~
PS: A new hoodie would be fabulous as well.
SWF seeking..
A new favorite hooded sweatshirt.
My softball one from '01 is still doing great. However, I need a considerable alternative for when he's in the wash laundry hamper. Absolutely must have hood AND front pouch pocket. Broken in, but still fuzzy on the inside. Must be size L, possible arrangements for XL. Looking for Jerzees brand, substitutions may be considered.
Preference goes to ones grey in color.
Anyone willing to donate theirs/finds a good match for me. I would be forever owe you.
I should steal yours. The one that says WACH because I like it. You said I don't have any of your clothes because I don't spend enough time in your bedroom.
Note to self: spend 3 minutes approx in bedroom, otherwise enough to come across great sweatshirt.
PS. A male of my type would also be a good find. But sweatshirts first. Or...guy in a sweatshirt?... hm.
Today it goes something like this...
SWF seeking...
Someone go with to the cider mill, to dinner, to a haunted house/hayride/maze. Someone to tell me how their day was, and be truly interested in mine. Someone to breath in the crisp fresh fall air. A costume party goer. A movie watcher, ball player, party hopper. A person to make me forget that I wish I was back in East Lansing, that I wasn't an adult with a real life job despite the fact I love what I do. Anyone to put the spring back in my step as the winter depression is upon all of us.
Ed. note: Applicant is not required to be single, or a male. However, both would be extra bonus.
I should have all this. I did have this, for a long time. But I can't find the strength within myself to patch what's been broken. I didn't break it, but it's me with the grudge. Miss-communication, misunderstanding, mistake?-- Maybe. For the first time in a long time, I'm weak enough to let things go to shit. I can't bring myself to dial 13# and send it on my phone-- that one speed dial number that was always coming up/being dialed since we were young, and more so when we got old. It's been four months, but I can't seem to get strong enough to do this. I dreamt I did it last night--Confronted you, told you why I was so sour last time we saw each other, and why I knew you wouldn't talk to me for at least 3 of those months. Maybe that's the first step to being strong enough to hit 13# and send it. Maybe by putting this here you'll see it and know it's you-- I think you'll know (If you still read this site). And see that I do want to talk this out, but only if you're willing to listen. I won't say I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I am sorry for letting this keep us apart. Maybe you're sorry too. I guess I'll know when I finally am able to press send after punching in your number.
Don't give up on me. I'm still here & I do miss us...
*~
PS: A new hoodie would be fabulous as well.